Plateau
it takes skill to hone it in
loyalty and strength
never neglecting the pen
sure keys do just fine
nothing taste good
from grapes but wine
when I am weak
the ink is strong
lasting pages long
never waste a drop
from ghetto vines
uplifting ghetto minds
streets lined with ghetto pines
living in the ghetto
does me fine
just sometimes
ghetto stuff happens
to blow ghetto minds
that gets the ghetto scrappin
trying to teach ghetto children
about ghetto times
when we had ghetto fun
doing our own ghetto thing
working for ghetto change
swerving down the boulevard
in ghetto cars
switchin ghetto lanes
nothing but track
ghetto trains
rising from ghetto flames
mispronouncing ghetto names
get up early
go to sleep late
lie in wait to slay
that's the ghetto way

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SUPERB....Word Up.....Bravo!!
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Reads like a day in the life. Many will relate 'cause you just spoke for us!
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